Paul took his time in the park. Despite the bitter cold winds, it was hard for him to make himself turn back. He sat on a park bench after clearing a white layer of dust off, and stared into his phone, watching his breath crystalize with every exhale.
He waited until a couple of hours had gone by and his fingers were too cold and sensationless to work on the touchscreen anymore, and then started back towards his house. As he walked down the street, he saw that most of the cars of the women were still there, parked to the brim in his family's driveway and nearby on the street.
Behind him, he could see both sets of his footsteps stretching back towards the park, one on either side of the street. He had left, and now he was coming back, but it didn't feel as though any major change of heart had taken place. Paul still felt skeptical of the Milonics exercises, but also a little excited.
He walked up the steps, opened the door, and stepped inside. It was late afternoon, and a heavily overcast sky caused it to be much darker than it should have been. This was only accentuated by the way Bea had set up the lighting in the living room.
Every one of the electric lights had been turned off, and candles had been lit for illumination in their place. All of the women were wearing comfortable clothing, as though they were on their way to bed or a yoga class. Paul's mom had on her tiny night gown, the one that he blamed for instigating the encounter that had gotten him into the mess.
"Uh, hey," said Paul. He shut the door behind him and began to take his boots off. Bea set a candle that she was holding down on the coffee table and then walked over to him, a gentle, welcoming smile across her face.
"Paul," she said. "We're glad your back. The women are ready. Your mom…is ready."
Laurie blushed and looked away from Paul as Bea mentioned her. He looked around the room, recognizing most of the faces from before. A couple of women, including Stacy, had apparently left, but at least half of them were still in attendance.
"Bea, are you sure that this has to happen?" Laurie had a very unsure look on her face.
Bea nodded, and then rubbed Paul's mom's shoulder.
"It's okay, Laurie. Remember what happened this morning. The two of you need to work through this, together."
Paul walked deeper into the living room, feeling the eyes of all of the women on him.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked. "Is there going to be another, uh, exercise?"
Bea nodded, and his mom blushed. Several of the other women walked over to Paul and began helping him out of his clothes, pulling his shirt off over his head and unzipping his jeans. It weirded him out a little, but he let it happen, feeling much more open to the Milonic practices than he had been that morning.
"Paul, have a seat on the couch," said Bea. She took him by the hand and gently led him over, her earrings jangling as she moved.
"I don't know about this, Bea…" said Laurie. Bea turned back towards her and held one finger up to her lips, shushing her.
"Paul, we're going to do an exercise similar to the one we did this morning." Bea began to rub her hands on his body as she spoke, leaning forward so that her cleavage was pushed into Paul's face. "This time, we're going to go a little further with it."
As she finished her sentence, the other women began to strip out of her clothes. Paul couldn't decide if he was supposed to feel awkward or like the luckiest man on Earth. His mom was the only one who held back, only taking off her shirt and pants, and keeping her big breasts covered by her bra.
"Look at all of us, Paul," said Bea. She had one of the other women unzip her dress and then stepped out of it, revealing a sexy lingerie set underneath. "We're all sexual creatures, just like you. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
She let her hand rub across Paul's crotch, and then pulled his boxers down. His cock was rock hard, and as Bea slowly began to pump it up and down with her hand, he felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
His mom was staring right at it. Her eyes were locked onto his rod, almost as though the incident that morning was being continued directly from where it had left off, but with more intensity. The other women in the Milonics group dropped down on either side of Paul and began lending their hands to the ritual, rubbing his chest and legs and looking at him with sensual eyes.
"Just relax, Paul," whispered Bea. "Do what comes naturally."
She brought her face in close to his cock and rubbed her tongue up the length of it. The feeling was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Paul wanted nothing more than to push his cock into Bea's mouth and enjoy the warmth of it until he was ready to unload, but the Milonics leader showed restraint.
"Laurie," said Bea. "It's your turn."
Paul turned his head towards his mom. Her face was bright red, and when their eyes met, he felt his own embarrassment and shame hit him in full force. He understood what was supposed to happen, and felt an inner emotional battle being fought inside his body on whether to let it proceed, or to pull away.
"Paul, sweetie," whispered his mom. "For this part of the Milonics ritual… I have to, well, I'm going to…"
She shook her head and looked away from him, and then dropped down to her knees in front of Paul. She couldn't make eye contact with him, but moved forward, closer to her son's cock and the forbidden territory in which she was being guided into.
Paul had never seen his mother look so amazingly hot and sexy before in his life. She was still clearly his mom, with all the same expressions and mannerisms as the woman that had raised him, but something else was mixed in with it, and it pushed him into a state of intense, illicit arousal that was beyond anything he'd ever thought possible.
She was the same woman who had pushed him on the swing set, made him cookies, put band aids on his cuts, and done his laundry. She was the same woman who had always been there for him, throughout his entire life. And she was currently the woman blushing as she licked her lips and reached out for his cock, hesitating and being shy about what was about to happen.
Suddenly, something happened that was completely unexpected. The front door opened, and somebody that Paul recognized stepped into the house.
"Mom, I'm home!" said Beth, Paul's step sister. "What's with all the cars…out front?"
Paul looked over at her and saw that his older sister's mouth was wide open. She held a backpack in one of her hands, and it dropped down to the floor as she looked at the scene in front of her, at her mother in the process of preparing to suck her brother's cock.
"Oh…oh my god," she said. "What the fuck?"
"Beth, I, I didn't think you were going to be-"
"Get away from him!" Beth jumped over to where Paul was and began pushing half naked women aside. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of the group, meeting little resistance from Bea and the Milonics group members.
"We're in the middle of an exercise right now," said Bea. "Laurie, could you explain it to your daughter."
Paul's mom opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything, she just shook her head and looked as though she was on the verge of dying from embarrassment.
"Mom, I told you to give up this Milonics thing!" screamed Beth. "It's a fucking cult! It's a fucking sex cult, and now you're dragging Paul into it?"
"Beth, you don't underst-"
"Paul, get dressed, I'm getting you the fuck out of here." Beth grabbed her brother's clothes off the floor and tossed them to him, and he followed her direction and began putting them on.
"Young lady, if you would listen to what your mother is saying, you'd understand that we're doing this to open our minds." Bea held her arms out and walked towards Beth. Paul couldn't resist staring at the older woman's gorgeous figure, her nipples on full display through the translucent fabric of the lingerie set she had on.
"No, fuck you!" screamed Beth. "Paul is only 18, he's barely old enough to know right from wrong. You're going to traumatize him for life."
Paul felt like he should say something, and stand up for himself, but he wasn't sure whose side to take. The situation was confusing, and he wasn't sure whether to listen to his eager loins, or his rational mind.
"Come on Paul, we're getting out of here," said Beth. "Mom, I am ashamed of you! This is not okay!"
Laurie looked as though she was about to sink through the floor. In the corners of her eyes, small droplets of tears were beginning to form. She turned away from everyone, towards the corner of the room.
Paul finished pulling his pants on, and Beth grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him over to the door. He put his boots and jacket on quickly, wondering if he was making the right choice, and then stepped outside.
Beth had parked her car, a pink VW Beetle, on the street. She walked over to it and climbed into the driver's seat, looking at Paul expectantly as he followed her with heavy feet.
"I can't believe that just happened," said Beth as Paul sat down in the car.
"Neither can I," said Paul. "Beth…I'm not sure how all of it began."
His sister smiled reassuringly at him and set one of her hands down on his thigh. His cock was still hard, and he couldn't help but notice that Beth's outfit, a frilly, low cut blouse and tight jeans, looked amazing on her, even underneath her jacket.
"Mom has been telling me about Bea and the Milonics thing for months now," she said. "I had them pegged as a cult from day one, but you know how stubborn she can be when she gets into something. I just never thought that she'd end up being brainwashed to this degree."
She started up the engine, and pulled onto the road. Paul looked back at the house, almost expecting some type of evil aura or glow to be visible around the edges of it. But there was nothing. IT was still the same house that he'd been raised in, the same house that he had so many memories of.
"We're going to stay at a hotel tonight," said Beth. "The only way that mom is going to be allowed to see either of us again is if she severs all of her ties from that group. We have to be firm about this, Paul."
She squeezed his thigh as she spoke, and Paul began to feel blood rush to his cock again. He was horny, and it made him feel worse than ever. It was almost as though his attitude had taken a complete 180 from that of the Milonics group, and now his desires and urges were more terrible than ever.
"Sis, this is mom that we're talking about," said Paul. "We can't just cut her out of our lives."
Beth smiled at him.
"Well with any luck, we won't have to."